"You love being my little cock warmer don't you?" When had two fingers become four? He wasn't even sure anymore. Only that they were dancing over that spot inside of him and he felt so close he didn't know how much longer he could hold back. "Love it when I stay inside you. That's what you were made for, isn't it baby?"
"I was made for daddy." This too was dangerous, bordering on territory he had never wanted to venture into. Almost veering into the realm of degradation, yet somehow Jungkook made it sound like praise. Like it was something to be proud of. "I was made to be your little cock slut."
"You're so greedy for it. Look at how your hungry little ass just sucks me in." Those walls were clenching, tightening with each new movement, and he made the mistake of glancing down just in time to watch Jungkook lean forward, to watch as he took the swollen, painful head of his cock inside of his mouth, cheeks hallowing as he sucked.
"Daddy I'm -" He was trying so desperately to hold it back. To stop himself from coming before he had permission. Before his daddy said he could. Didn't want to make a mess somewhere he shouldn't.
"Come for daddy, baby. Let him see how good you taste." That sinful tongue flattened, swirled around the head and dipped into the dripping slit before taking it back in to the warm, wet cavern of his mouth and he was done for. Felt it happening like a volcano erupted, tremors forming, legs shaking as the first thick streams of come shot into the awaiting throat. Felt those fingers press so firm against his prostate and came even harder from the sensation, head falling back so hard it thumped against the mirror behind him, a painful crack that he barely even felt. Hips rose, unsure weather to thrust forward or try and get away.
Darkness crept in along the edges of his vision, and there were a few long moments that he lost completely. Because one moment that mouth was wrapped around him and the next it was being pressed against his own, forcing his lips open, tongue licking inside, transferring a load of come he hadn't been prepared for. Moaned as he tasted himself, so distracted that he barely felt his own legs being wrapped around a narrow waist. Barely felt the head of that beautiful thick cock being nudged inside him. Until he was half full and he had to pull away and cry out, so incredibly greedy and desperate.
Walls clenched, sucking Jungkook in deeper until he bottomed out, and it felt like he couldn't breathe. Felt like he was going to die from the over stimulation. Arms shook as they shifted, hands gripping a flexing bicep and sighed as he felt the muscles shake beneath his grasp.
Nodded his consent, canting forward to bury his face in Jungkook's neck, allowing himself to be used. Those hips were powerful, strong, quick snaps that had him whimpering as the blunt, swollen head found that spot inside of him. Had his nails breaking skin as he dug them in, needing something, anything to hold onto. Felt himself grow so impossibly hard again that his cock became trapped between their joint bodies, each thrust grinding it against his own stomach.
"It feels so good inside you, baby." That voice was so deep, filled with so many emotions that he didn't currently have the capcity to understand. Passion and need so deep that it filled in all of the tiny little cracks and crevices that had been missing within their souls. Love so expansive and never ending that it slipped inside of their hearts and healed all of the broken and shattered puzzle pieces, gluing them together until they formed into one. "Gonna fill you up so much."
"Please." He wanted it. So incredibly desperately. Wanted Jungkook's release more than he wanted his own. Fluttered his inner walls, clenching and relaxing in a quick rhythm, sucking that thick cock in deeper until it was impossible to even know where one of them ended and the other began. "Wanna feel you come inside me."
"God look at you baby. So hungry for my come that you're milking me for it." Those hips stuttered, pressed in and grinded, buried his own face into the crook of Seokjin's sweaty neck and tried to breath. Tried to find the strength to keep going. Tried to tap into that seemingly never ending well of stamina because all it was going to take was those walls tightening one more time and he was going to lose it. Unclenched his fingers from where they had been clasped around a thick thigh and wrapped them around the hard cock that was already leaking pearly drops of pre-cum. Stroked messily, quick and tight, his own thrust shallow and quick, maintaining a constant pressure against that little bundle of nerves.
Surely this was what death felt like. Pleasure and pain mixed to the point where he couldn't tell one from the other. Felt himself spilling over, body strung taunt, back arching at almost unnatural angle. Felt himself being spilled into, until he was full to the point of dripping.
"No!" It came out panicked, because one moment Jungkook had been there, keeping him stuffed full of his seed and the next he was moving and he could feel it leaking out of him. Snapped his legs together in some desperate attempt to keep it all in. Watched as Jungkook actually left, and he cried out then too, not understanding what was happening. Tears formed behind thick lashes, and they fell without him even trying to stop them. "Kookie."
"Shush, sweetheart. I've got you." Suddenly there was warmth, arms wrapping around him and bringing him in tight. The sound of a heartbeat playing rapid fire as he was guided down, following along so very easily. Allowed his head to rest there, feeling the overwhelming panic that overtaken him ease away. "I'm so sorry, Jinnie. I didn't realize how deep in that headspace you were."
"It's okay." His thighs flexed almost desperately, and he shifted back, pushed himself up and let them fall apart, crying out as much come leaked from his puffy rim. "Please. Need to be full."
"Daddy's got you baby." A soft sigh fell from parted lips as those fingers traced along his skin, scooping up the trails of come that had slid down and gently stuffed back inside him. Another came as he felt something catch on his entrance, before he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, feeling it pop inside, the feeling suddenly so familiar. The base pressed against the sore rim, the thick plug resting inside him, keeping him warm and full and it instantly it felt like he could breathe again. Like the panic that had constricted his chest was finally gone. "Come on sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up."
There were passes of a soft cloth against his skin, eyes falling closed at the sensation. Lifted his arms when he was told to, letting himself become enveloped in the large black fabric, sighing in happiness as the scent of Jungkook flooded over him. Lifted himself as a pair of thin cotton panties were drawn up his hips, and those fluff socks were pulled up his legs.
These moments were soft and precious, and it was within them that he always found himself the most at peace. Knew that he was safe within those strong arms, cradled against the warmth of another body.
Knew within those moments that he was loved. And that he loved in returned.
Knew that his love was winning.
